Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 189

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Liam leaned slightly on Mondo’s shoulder, his steps uneven.

Meanwhile, Izzy wrapped her arm around his waist, doing her best to steady him as they led him into the house.

“He’s heavier than he looks,” Mondo muttered under his breath.

“He’s solid muscle,” Izzy replied, adjusting her grip as they made it to the living room. She never thought that one day, she would have to drag a drunk Liam back into their house.

“Right,” Mondo grunted. “Next time he gets drunk at his own launch party, I’m letting someone else carry him.”

Liam said nothing. His head lolled slightly, his eyes half–closed, but he was still conscious–just barely.

“Let’s get him to the bedroom,” Izzy said.

With Mondo’s help, they managed to guide Liam down the hall and into the master bedroom. He collapsed onto the mattress the moment they reached it, landing with a heavy thud. His shoes were still on, his shirt untucked, and his blazer crumpled beneath him.

Mondo exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “You sure you’ve got it from here?”

Izzy nodded. “Yeah. Go home. You’ve done enough.”

“Text me if you need backup,” he said, already stepping out.

“Right… that thing that I told you. Can you please find out what happened?” Izzy asked.

“Will do.”

As soon as she heard the front door close, Izzy turned to Liam, who was now fully passed out.

“Of course,” she muttered to herself, tugging his blazer off. “You sleep now after making everyone babysit you.”

She tossed the blazer aside and loosened his tie. After a few tugs, she managed to get his shoes off, then his socks. He didn’t stir. She sighed. “I should probably clean you up.”

But first, soup.

time he told her how to cure a hangover. “Strong flavors. Low oil. Warm. No sugar.” She remembered it clearly. Liam mentioned other stuff

as quietly as she could. It would take some time for it to

she returned to the bedroom, Liam was sprawled across the bed,

to wake him. Once it was off, she grabbed a warm cloth and wiped him down–his neck, his arms, even his face. He didn’t stir, not once.

His brows were relaxed now, and the lines on his forehead softened. Vulnerable. It felt

his bare

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didn’t look away.

The people you paid off.

sharp. “Try it.

his eyes. “Is that a threat?”

how you are able

anymore. He wasn’t the ten–year–old boy who used to lose sleep over his father’s moods. Not the teenager who

because Liam had disappointed him, but because he had always resisted. Even as a kid, Liam never did what was expected just for the sake of obedience. He asked questions. He made different choices. He refused to

defiance was

Olivier said, stepping closer to the desk. “I see. Was it because you now have your company? Your name? Your marriage?” Olivier scoffed. “Let’s make this simple Liam. You either start listening to me–or I tell

Liam didn’t speak.

How you made sure she found out about Calen and Monica in the worst way possible. And when I do, she’ll leave.”

“And then you’ll be alone. All that work,

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t

at

took a breath and stepped closer to

said. “About how you fed her debts. About how you made sure she owed more money to those backdoor lenders. You knew she would gamble. You let it happen. Then you waited. Until she

expression didn’t

would be forced to carry it. You wanted her desperate. You wanted her vulnerable. You wanted to be the only one who could help.

didn’t stop

the Weiss Foundation? That sudden leak about misused funds, that convenient timing right when Calen Weiss was starting to rebuild? That was

leave his son.

enough, shuffled through offshore filters, a few shell names here and there. And you

He smiled, briefly.

“Except me.”

Liam remained still.